{"sf1_id":1493085,"sf2_id":"V1Y2wwye","title":"The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 5)","author":"Oliver_Hart","words":3483,"posted_at":"2019-09-24T03:31:53.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Alternate Reality","Anon","Boy","Brother","Bunny","Classroom","Couple","Emo","Fight","Girl","Green text","Greentext","HMOFA","Halloween","Heterosexual","High School","Hmofa/","Human","Kissing","Plot Development","Rabbit","Siblings","Slow burn","Young Romance","anthro/human"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1493085-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-5","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1Y2wwye","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/da/33/da3375b5-5e1a-4cf1-aaa9-4b0d11ddffd7","description":"You've never really 'fit in' with the heavily divided Ranchview High School crowd. Jock, Goth, Prep, Cheerleader, Nerd... you were never any of these. But as Halloween approaches, strange things start happening, and a dark ritual begins with the finding of a curious red book. It's a race against time for you and your friends to stop a group of students from ushering in an age of darkness, and to also figure out just what the hell is wrong with that rabbit.  \n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  \n  \nAbout this version: originally, The Leaves of Fall was split into two pastebins to compensate for the length of the story. Given that pastebin has chosen to censor this story for ambiguous reasons, it will forever be stored here and on AO3. This new version contains spelling, grammar and content fixes. Please understand that the content is all the same as the earlier versions minus some sentences being changed and fixed up. I cannot stress this enough: no new content has been added. It's my hope that this is a cleaner, easier-to-read version of the story.  \n  \nCover: [https://imgur.com/a/vZS4Q](https://imgur.com/a/vZS4Q)  \nSam (drawn by Akella of /hmofa/) [https://imgur.com/a/nk3t1wT](https://imgur.com/a/nk3t1wT)  \nFan art collection: [https://imgur.com/a/SCCSIQv](https://imgur.com/a/SCCSIQv)  \nAccompanying playlist (WIP): [https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9aXlzDRA49QKxgYsOV2JuDd410\\_nI-0J](https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9aXlzDRA49QKxgYsOV2JuDd410_nI-0J)  \nAlternative link: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078)  \nTotal word count: 147,552 words","content":"\\\u003eYou are Sam  \n\\\u003eAnd from the single window of your room, you watch the leaves of fall drop into the breeze, one by one, like little parachutes of autumn  \n\\\u003eYour hips, butt, back and arms sting and are peppered with welts  \n\\\u003eYou tug your hoodie up over them in the filthy bathroom mirror while Dad snores loudly on the couch, the TV at an ear-aching volume, especially for rabbits  \n\\\u003eYou’re used to it by now  \n\\\u003eThrough your chestnut brown fur, you can see the strips of the belt, swelling up like bruised fruit. You poke a tender one on the gentle feminine bow of your hips  \n\\\u003eYou recoil at the prodding  \n\\\u003eYeah, you really did it this time  \n\\\u003eYou really hurt dad’s trust in you  \n\\\u003eHis croaking voice from last night was in your dreams  \n\\\u003eAnon was there, and so was Jacob  \n\\\u003eJacob hated most humans, but he was using his bat to protect you from your dad. Anon kept you shielded from your mother’s whip-like tongue  \n\\\u003eHis slick suit and tie were getting slashed to bits by her razor-sharp claws while dad and Jacob squared off over the bat  \n\\\u003eIn real life it was the other way around  \n\\\u003eDad and Jacob seemed to understand each other in a way — they spoke the language of booze and biting words, always stuffing down an injustice or sense of indignation with more anger into their caustic guts  \n\\\u003eAnd when the anger became too much, they surrendered to the amber crutch  \n\\\u003eIn the dream though, dad opened his mouth, and spit a train at you, sending it down tracks of invisible light  \n\\\u003eYou could hear both him and Jacob calling you “Unwanted”, and then Jacob yelling over the shriek of the horn, “COWARD!”  \n\\\u003eYou tried to get Anon to move, but he had to protect you from mom  \n\\\u003eAnd so you jumped out of the way of the train too soon  \n\\\u003eAnon wasn’t fast enough  \n\\\u003eAnd then you woke up in a cold sweat, dreams still heavy on your mind like lead balloons hanging overhead — threatening to crash  \n\\\u003eIt must have been around 5 a.m. when you started drawing  \n\\\u003eYou drew until the sun came up and dad roused you from your work  \n\\\u003eHe told you that he’d call you out sick  \n\\\u003eWhich was a lie, you knew, but it didn’t matter  \n\\\u003eIt was probably just to let the bruises and welts from last night heal and scab over  \n\\\u003eThe drawing helped speed things along  \n  \n\\\u003eBack in the mirror you strip off your hoodie, down an old, old pill — An estrus blocker  \n\\\u003eAnd then another — a scent mask   \n\\\u003eWhatever kept you from ruining Dad’s life any further  \n\\\u003eYou grab your brother’s old hoodie from the dirty tile floor and carry it to your room with all the tenderness of a mother  \n\\\u003eYou’d do anything to repay Dad for your brother  \n  \n\\\u003eYou are Anonymous, and you’re idling your car on Sam’s street  \n\\\u003e”So this is your plan?” Alex says  \n\\\u003eYou had a great plan; Alex was just being a piece of shit  \n\\\u003eYour car hums and sips on gasoline, shuddering in failing sunset as you cruise down Sam’s neighborhood  \n\\\u003e”Is Sam even 18?”  \n“Probably?” You reply, unsure of the rabbit’s age  \n\\\u003e”Jesus, I’d have moved out from here if I was him,” Alex says, resting his head against the cool glass window, his hair tucked beneath his beanie  \n“Well it’s not that easy to just up and leave these sorts of places.”  \n\\\u003e”Yeah, not with the forces of capitalism pressing down on all sides.”  \n“Don’t make this about capitalism right now, dude. I need to focus. And I need you on your A-Game. Can you do that?”  \n\\\u003eAlex sits up, flashing a confident grin  \n\\\u003e”Are you seriously asking me, of all people, if I can break out the charm and lead a person on while we kidnap their son?”  \n\\\u003eActually, yes, you are  \n\\\u003eBut you’re in the shit now, no turning back. Not with Mike suddenly ghosting you  \n\\\u003eJust you, Alex, a gay anxious rabbit, a violent alcoholic rabbit, and a serious criminal offense hanging over your very-not-a-minor-anymore head  \n“I should never doubt you. You’ve managed to stay employed at the Shop N’ Save.”  \n\\\u003e”Gainfully so. I even got my coworkers to start calling me Comrade Alexi.”  \n\\\u003eYou can’t help but smile a little but, even as you approach Sam’s rundown old lot and kill the engine a few doors down  \n  \n\\\u003eBoth you and Alex step outside into the brisk air  \n\\\u003eThe lingering smell of industrial sites, trash and train smoke hits your nose like… well, a train  \n\\\u003eYou and Alex make a sour face  \n\\\u003e”What the hell is that?” He clutches his face and pinches his nose  \n“Factory runoff,” you say, tucking your hands into the pockets of your slacks and making for Sam’s house  \n\\\u003e”When I’m in charge every one of these polluters will hang from the last rope’s they sold.”  \n  \n\\\u003eYou are Sam  \n\\\u003eYou check to see if\u0026nbsp; Dad is still asleep on the couch  \n\\\u003eThe soft rising and falling of his chest and the volume of the TV tells you he’s out cold in another stupor  \n\\\u003eAlmost happy for Dad’s unconsciousness, you zip to your room, being careful when you shut the door  \n\\\u003eThe bag of old comics sits untouched where you stashed them last night before Dad came in  \n\\\u003eIf he found them…  \n\\\u003eYour body shudders at the thought of Dad finding out you’d been hiding your brother’s old comics and baseball bat under your bed for six years  \n\\\u003eThere’d be hell to pay  \n\\\u003eBut as you quietly push the door shut, careful to leave just a tiny crack open so you can hear your Dad’s movements, you feel a sense of giddiness you haven’t felt for a long time  \n\\\u003eYour body is achy from the whooping, sure, but as you settle down on your bed, crack open a Hurricane Jones book, you can almost shut your eyes and be in Agora, the birthplace of the most fearsome superhero on earth  \n\\\u003eYour eyes watch as the last rays of autumn filter lower and lower on your carpet, giving way to the procession of dusk  \n\\\u003eYour stomach rumbles  \n\\\u003eYou’d rather wait out the hunger than wake Dad up with noise in the kitchen  \n\\\u003eIt’s safer when he’s asleep  \n  \n\\\u003e”So all I gotta do is fool this poor, downtrodden soul for just a few minutes?” Alex says  \n\\\u003eHe’s sitting alert in the front seat of your car as you idle down the street from Sam’s house  \n“Right. Don’t upset him, don’t try to go inside — just waste his time. I’ll get Sam out of there and into the car, and you’ll leave, walk down the street, and we’ll pick you up. Just like that.”  \n\\\u003eAlex flexes his long, spindly arms forward, knuckles cracking like little twigs in the process  \n\\\u003e”Nothing I can’t handle, Anon. I’m a natural-born leader of people.”  \n\\\u003eLeader of this fist into your face if you don’t get out there  \n\\\u003e”Five minutes?” He quips, shaking his body out, stretching his acting muscles  \n“Five minutes. This will be quick. Quicker than that. I promise.”  \n  \n\\\u003eYou summon a few deep breaths for courage as you stand at the gate of Sam’s house  \n\\\u003eWell, gate is more like an exaggeration. It’s really just a twisted chain link fence encircling the dilapidated yard  \n\\\u003eThere’s a shattered concrete path leading up to the sagging, one-story home, its white paint long since gone; its windows spider-webbed with cracks  \n\\\u003eIt’s a sad place to be, no matter who you are  \n\\\u003eHard to believe that just a few nights ago you were scared shitless about being here, and now all you can think about is your next move  \n\\\u003eDid the pact with Vanessa work? Are you really about to do this?  \n\\\u003eYou feel for the handful of screws, nuts and bolts in your pockets as Alex saunters up to the door  \n\\\u003eCan Alex do this?  \n\\\u003eGuess you can’t be a coward when you’re an idiot  \n\\\u003eYou duck your body and quickly post up against the wall of the house\u0026nbsp; while Alex raps at the front door  \n\\\u003eRather loudly too  \n\\\u003eYou know you don’t have long to pull this off, so you dash to your right, finding the side yard a safe refuge to catch your breath  \n\\\u003eYou may have grown a pair, but you’re still out of shape  \n\\\u003eYou turn your neck upwards  \n\\\u003eThere’s a window set above you  \n\\\u003eYou hope this is Sam’s  \n\\\u003eYou wheel back into the dirt and withdraw a screw from your pocket  \n\\\u003eBouncing it up and down, you hold your breath, listening for the front door and for Alex’s schpeel to begin  \n\\\u003eYou don’t feel the familiar\u0026nbsp; knot of anxiety like you should  \n\\\u003eYour breathing is even and slow  \n\\\u003eBut you do release a held knot of air when you hear Alex say:  \n\\\u003e”Good evening sir. Can I talk to you a moment about our lord and savior Karl Marx?’  \n\\\u003eWhipping back your arm, you pelt the window with the screw  \n\\\u003eIt thunks loudly off the side of the house, your aim that of a one-eyed blind man  \n\\\u003eAll confidence and no skill  \n\\\u003eYou try another one  \n\\\u003eIt bounces off the bottom right corner of the broken glass window with a loud \\*peck\\*  \n\\\u003eGod this better be Sam’s window. You’re going to give this at least one minute  \n\\\u003eYou hope that Alex can keep Sam’s dad busy  \n\\\u003eYou try another one, which lands dead-center  \n  \n\\\u003eBe Sam  \n\\\u003eThe sound of heavy knocking at your front door sets your heart off against your ribcage  \n\\\u003eYou drop your comic book and grab Jacob’s bat, cautiously peeking out the door  \n\\\u003eIt could be Mom coming back, or one of dad’s brothers, here to ‘take care’ of Dad  \n\\\u003eYou squeeze the bat’s handle, trying to remember Jacob’s instructions about breaking a rabbit’s legs  \n\\\u003eDad has begun to move around now, and he doesn’t look happy that someone’s woken him up  \n\\\u003eThe knocking grows more urgent as dad shuffles to the door, clutching his head and ears  \n\\\u003eHe’s already hungover  \n\\\u003eWhich means he’s got the devil in him  \n\\\u003eYou force down your anxious squeaks as you watch him throw open the door  \n\\\u003e”Good evening sir. Can I talk to you a moment about our lord and savior Karl Marx?”  \n\\\u003eMissionaries?  \n\\\u003eOut here?  \n\\\u003eThe voice sounds familiar, but you can’t decide why  \n\\\u003eThe sound of something heavy chunking against your window nearly sets you off  \n\\\u003eYou fight back another squeak as your dad turns to look towards your cracked-open door  \n\\\u003eThe missionary (or whatever he is) increases his speaking volume to an unpleasant level, especially for rabbits  \n\\\u003e”I CAN SEE BY YOUR ABODE, SIR, YOU’VE BEEN WRONGED BY A LOT OF PEOPLE!”  \n\\\u003eYour dad twists his ears in pain  \n\\\u003e”Shut the FUCK up for a second! Jesus Christ you pink faggot, get off my doorstep before I-  \n\\\u003e”AH BUT SIR!” The missionary continues, loudly, “DON’T YOU MEAN /OUR/ DOORSTEP?”  \n\\\u003eAnother \\*thunk\\* rocks your ear drums  \n\\\u003eSomething hits your window with force  \n  \n\\\u003eBe Anon  \n\\\u003eYou’re going to try one more time, and then go around back to the other side of the house  \n\\\u003eYou give a solid throw  \n\\\u003eThe window pops open  \n\\\u003eSam appears in the empty portal, his shaggy hair parted at the center, exposing the bruised-fruit color underneath his sleepless eyes  \n\\\u003eThe loose screw rockets dead-center towards the window  \n\\\u003eWhere Sam is just beginning to say something—  \n\\\u003e—Until the screw blasts Sam on the nose, knocking him from the window and back into the house  \n\\\u003eJesus fucking Christ  \n\\\u003eYou sprint towards the house and throw yourself up towards the window, grabbing onto the ledge and hoisting yourself up  \n\\\u003eYou can do approximately one pull-up in gym  \n\\\u003eYou should have asked for super strength AND confidence  \n\\\u003eGrunting as quietly as you can, you hoist yourself up, over the ledge and through the window—  \n\\\u003e—Where you tumble through, falling flat onto your face into a disgusting shag carpet  \n\\\u003eYou pull yourself up on shaking arms and see Sam standing against his bed, a baseball bat pressed against his chest with one hand, the other using his long sleeve shirt to stem the blood pouring from his twitching nose  \n\\\u003eThis is the first time you’ve seen him in a pair of badly fitting jeans and a vastly oversized gray long-sleeve t-shirt  \n\\\u003eHis signature gross hoodie is resting at your feet  \n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eSam’s whole body shakes something awful, and you can see the shock in his eyes  \n\\\u003eHe looks like he’s about to cry, out of either pain or confusion  \n\\\u003e”A-A-Anon?” He squeaks  \n\\\u003eHe lowers the bat a little  \n\\\u003eYou start to say something, but can’t find the right words  \n\\\u003eYou need something cool, something to make him calm down  \n“What’s good, money?”  \n  \n\\\u003eSam steps back, toppling onto his messy bed as you rise you to your full height  \n\\\u003eYour eyes snap around the room  \n\\\u003eIt’s…  \n\\\u003eWow  \n\\\u003eYou know that scene in A Beautiful Mind where the guy’s wife finds that shed that’s covered in paranoid writings and drawings?  \n\\\u003eThat’s what Sam’s room reminds you of  \n\\\u003eIts covered wall-to-wall with drawings of superheroes and supervillains   \n\\\u003e”Why are y-y-you h-here?” Sam says in an urgent whisper  \n\\\u003eHis free hand twists his ears  \n“Get your stuff. Quick. We’re getting you out of here.”  \n\\\u003eHe pushes his shock of brown hair from his eyes  \n\\\u003e”W-What?”  \n”Come on, you don’t have a lot of time!” You quickly start grabbing clothes off his floor,  \n\\\u003eYou can’t help but notice how big all of them are  \n\\\u003eThey’re probably hand-me-downs  \n\\\u003eAnd it’s clear they haven’t been washed since being ‘handed down’  \n\\\u003e”W-W-W-Wait, I c-can’t go,” he says, on his feet, grabbing things from your hands. “I h-have to s-stay h-h-here.”  \n“Why? Your friends are trying to save you right now. Both Alex and I are here to rescue you, so grab your shit, and come with me-”  \n\\\u003e”N-No!” He squeaks, frantically rushing around, grabbing at the stuff you’re trying to keep from him. Eventually you leverage your height against him and hoist his clothes above your head   \n\\\u003eHe jumps at you, his legs granting him impressive height  \n\\\u003eBut it’s not enough   \n\\\u003e”Dad says I-I’m n-not allowed to have friends. D-D-Dad says I don’t have any-“  \n\\\u003eYou set your jaw hard  \n“Then what does that make me?”  \n\\\u003eSam stops jumping at you  \n\\\u003eHe looks stung, but more confused than hurt  \n“Can’t you see what your dad is doing to you? He’s warped your brain so badly that you’re your own prisoner.”  \nSam shakes his head, sending his bangs whipping around in a tight arc  \n\\\u003eHis ears would go too were he not clutching them in an anxious fit  \n\\\u003e”H-H-H-He’s not! H-He’s making s-s-sure I don’t h-hurt anyone else! He’s l-l-looking out f-for me…”  \n\\\u003eYou drop the clothes onto the floor  \n\\\u003eSam’s eyes slam shut, and his shaking is even worse than before  \n\\\u003eYou can hear his dad shouting from the hall, something slams, followed by more shouting   \n\\\u003eAlex, you think  \n\\\u003eJust hold out a little bit longer  \n  \n\\\u003eBe Alex  \n\\\u003eYou don’t know how much longer you can hold this guy’s rapt attention  \n\\\u003eHe looks a lot scarier than you thought he would  \n\\\u003eBuilt out, shirt stained with oil and grease, hard lines creased on his rabbit face  \n\\\u003eHe eyes you with annoyance and hatred  \n“ALL IM SAYING IS THAT WERE THE PRESIDENT OUSTED AND REPLACED BY A SUPREME LEADER, WE’D-“  \n\\\u003e”A supreme le- LISTEN SHIT HEAD! I fought for this country specifically so you pink faggots can say this stupid shit, do you understand that?”  \n\\\u003eHe turns around, his hand heavy on the doorknob, staring at something down the hall  \n\\\u003eYou stick your foot in the door right as he slams it  \n\\\u003eYou stifle a yell  \n”S-SIR, PLEASE WAIT, I JUST WANT TWO MORE MINUTES!” You say, taking care to say “two minutes” as loudly as you can  \n\\\u003eYou hope Anon can hear you  \n\\\u003eSam’s dad spins around, fire in his eyes, his jaw set in a hard line  \n\\\u003e”Get the hell out of here before I kick your stupid pink ass down the street!” He yells, forcing the door harder against your shoe  \n\\\u003eOh god this hurts  \n\\\u003eYou push against the door  \n\\\u003eYou were NOT going to let this man continue to think incorrectly and continue to oppress himself  \n\\\u003eSam’s dad snarls and wraps his hands around your shirt collar  \n\\\u003e”ARE YOU DEAF!?” He yells, trying to shove you  \n\\\u003eYou grip the rusted brass knob for dear life and push hard   \n\\\u003e”I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!” He screams, his throat raspy from years of smoking  \n\\\u003eYou think this might be assault, but something inside for you says that he’s got proper grounds to be shoving you  \n”PLEASE, I UNDERSTAND YOUR PLIGHT SIR! I TOO WAS ONCE A GENTLE WORKER, ALIENATED FROM MY HUMANITY BY LABOR-“  \n\\\u003eThe rabbit lets the door open, his focus no longer on you  \n\\\u003eHe’s squinting at something else inside of his house  \n\\\u003eOh no  \n  \n\\\u003eBe Anon again  \n\\\u003eAnd now you think you made a mistake  \n\\\u003eYou hear Alex yell something about two minutes  \n\\\u003eWhich it might take you to escape  \n\\\u003eThis whole thing was a bad idea  \n\\\u003eYou mean, really, trying to break into someone’s house and willingly kidnap Sam?  \n\\\u003eWhat part of you thought this would work?  \n\\\u003eA harsh voice echoes from the hallway  \n\\\u003e”I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!”  \n\\\u003eYou look down at Sam and back to the window  \n\\\u003eSam can only stare at the floor, blood seeping from his nose  \n\\\u003eYou sigh  \n\\\u003eWell you trie-  \n\\\u003e”I’ll go with you,” he says  \n\\\u003eWat  \n“You’ll go with me?” You repeat, not believing the words coming from Sam’s mouth  \n\\\u003e”Y-Yes,” he says, his voice choked with confusion and uncertainty. “Y-Yo-You’re my friend a-a-and I trust y-you.”  \n“GREAT!” You thrust a fist into the air, catching yourself before your voice reaches a noticeable pitch. “Grab your stuff and let's go. And make it quick!” You say, already shoving clothes out the window  \n\\\u003eSam scrambles around, grabbing as many things as he can  \n\\\u003eThis mostly involves him running around the room and snatching drawings off the wall and shoving them into his backpack  \n“Sam, no. Clothes and toiletries only,” you say, noticing him trying to force a large paper bag into the backpack  \n\\\u003eHe’s wearing a frantic look on his face as he tries valiantly to cram the parcel into his badly packed bag  \n”Come on, come on, let’s go!”   \n\\\u003eYou grab the baseball bat near the bed and hold it up  \n\\\u003eSam panics when he sees you holding the bat  \n\\\u003e“W-Wait, g-give me t-t-t-that!”  \n\\\u003eFor the first time in your new friendship he grabs something from you forcefully   \n\\\u003eThe bag splits open, its age finally ripping asunder against the zipper of the backpack  \n\\\u003eGlossy-faced comic books spill all over the floor, their covers blooming in a circle around the bag like a shiny flower  \n\\\u003eSam’s eyes shoot open, but he doesn’t drop the bat when he goes to start collecting the comics, making it an inefficient labor  \n“God damnit!” You hiss  \n\\\u003eIt’s like Sam is completely ignoring everything in the room except that bat and those comics  \n“Let’s just go!” You clap your palms around your head in frustration. “We’re running out of ti-”  \n\\\u003eThe sound of heavy footsteps pauses all motion in the room  \n\\\u003eVERY heavy, and angry footsteps  \n\\\u003eMaking their way to the door  \n\\\u003eSam looks up towards the noise, his eyes shot open with panic, his mouth frozen in a scream  \n“SAM, GO!” You chuck his old hoodie out the window and step forward, trying to put yourself between the door and him  \n\\\u003eThe door hurtles open, smacking loudly against the wall, leaving a sizable dent in the wood paneling, where several other dents of similar force are pressed into the wall like little craters  \n\\\u003eSam’s dad stands in the doorway his fists curled into tight balls, his eyes blood-red with whiskey heat  \n\\\u003e”Sam you little bitch, what’s going on in he-“  \n\\\u003eHe scans the room, his eyes flicking to you  \n\\\u003eAnd then down to Sam, who still has his hands frozen halfway in his bag  \n\\\u003eHis dad leans forward and glowers:  \n\\\u003e”You son of a bitch,”  \n\\\u003eYou can see the muscles in his legs tensing up  \n\\\u003eBeing that he’s a rabbit, you REALLY need to make this fast  \n\\\u003eOr he will  \n\\\u003e”You break into my home, you try to rob me?” He slurs, his voice piercing and sharp  \n\\\u003eHis eyes flick down to Sam, who has pulled his backpack up against his chest, hugging it like it’s a life preserver   \n\\\u003eAnd he’s sharky waters now  \n\\\u003e”And you…” he seethes, a near feral growl rolling out of his chest  \n\\\u003e”This was your idea, wasn’t it? To let your faggot friend back over here and rob us…”  \n\\\u003eHe starts forward  \n\\\u003e”After all I’ve had to do for us — After all you’ve done to this family…”  \n\\\u003eHis trembling hands stretch out towards Sam","series":{"name":"The Leaves of Fall","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1491631-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-4.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1495382-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-6.json"}}